content ⸝⸝ nagumo yoichi x gn ! reader , head-cannons , fluff
nagumo is a lively and cheery presence—everything you’re not. you’re the quiet, drowsy, soft-spoken counterpart to his boundless energy. people often say opposites clash, but in your case, they complement each other perfectly.
one day, you’re out in a restaurant with nagumo when the familiar wave of exhaustion hits you. he’s used to it by now, so he doesn’t react with surprise. instead, he lets you doze off against his shoulder while you both eat, carefully taking bites so he doesn’t disturb you. by the time you wake up, you eat another meal, fall asleep again, and leave nagumo carrying you on his back as you leave.
when nagumo first met you, he thought you were uninterested. the way your eyes wandered and your expression stayed dull made him feel like you didn’t enjoy his company. that’s why he decided to get closer to you, hoping to warm you up to him—even if nothing changed and it seemed like you weren’t warming up at all.
sometimes, he tells you a joke, expecting a laugh. but in reality, he gets a yawn or a snore. he knows you don’t find his jokes unfunny—it’s just who you are.
even during an important jaa meeting, if you dozed off, nagumo was quick to cover for you, answering questions meant for you. but if someone insisted on waking you up, nagumo would apologize for disturbing your sleep—only for you to ignore everyone drift back to sleep again.
“nagumo, wake her up! this is urgent!” hyo huffed.
“nooooo, cannnnn’t dooooo.” nagumo sang, running his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion.
nagumo hates being the one to wake you. he knows it’ll agitate you, especially if your dreams are interrupted. if he ever does wake you unexpectedly, he’ll make it up to you by taking you out to eat another day—where you’ll likely fall asleep all over again.
during missions, nagumo always tags along. he trusts you to handle the opposition, but he doesn’t want you collapsing (into the dream world) mid-fight if the enemy is stronger than expected. more often than not, you would fight, then fall asleep, with nagumo carrying you on his back like always.
overall, your bond is something nagumo would never break. he feels calm and at peace because of you. he can be full of energy on his own, but when you’re around, it’s easy for him to rest, with you cradled in his arms.
authors note. IS THE SAKAMOTO DAYS FANDOM STILL ALIVE??? i'm still revamping my entire acc i just wanted to write 🥺🥺🥺 requested by: @nur190 <33333 SORRY FOR TAKIJG SO LONG 😓😓😓😓😓
NAGUMO finds himself wrapped around your pinky despite telling him multiple times to not involve himself with assassins. well he does have his daily contact with the order — yet it’s about developing romantic feelings for one. especially if they are as cunning, smug and mischievous as you.
don’t understand him wrong. he is all that himself but being in your grasps is too dangerous for him. he yearns for you, he courted you, he loves you so much that it hurts. it feels like pure torture to be separated. he knows, is clearly aware of how toxic this is and how intoxicating you can be.
“please… don’t do this to me.” he whined softly, breathing out in the suffocating surrounding.
“i’m so so sorry.” you apologised yet no guilt laid behind your eyes, your tone, your words. you are clearly toying with him. “but I have to— the request pays too well. i cannot decline.”
“don’t worry… i can take care of that too. just stay away from that man.” the last word is spilled out like pure venom, as if he despised that guy from the bottom of his heart.
he gets his hands dirty for you. it doesn’t matter though because at the end of the day, he is doing it for you. and you know. that’s why you keep using him for you own benefits.
if youre okay with this I was wondering if you could do where the reader ask the sakamoto days boys if they wanna have a kid (can be suggestive or not)
— BABY FEVER ! x sakamoto days
summary . the weather’s getting warmer , much warmer , and fevers have been on the rise — baby fevers !
note: posted in a rush so formatting might be off, i’ll check later xx
shin asakura
“c-children?!” shin stutters, nearly falling mid-step if it wasn’t for your hand gently squeezing his. the two of you are taking a walk, the chilly night air lightly brushing against your skin.
he turns his head, gaze meeting with yours— silently asking if you really meant what you said. he tugs you to the side gently, a hand lifting to cup your cheek. he leans down, earnest eyes boring into yours.
“are you serious?” he questions, his hand slipping to caress your neck.
“of course i’m serious.” you respond, and shin’s shoulders visibly relax. his cheeks flush lightly, and he leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
“it would make me the happiest guy in the world if we were to have a kid.” shin says, his tone soft as he kisses the corner of your mouth. “i’ve been thinking about it a lot recently, to be honest.” he confesses, feeling almost shy as he kisses your cheek.
“let’s hurry home, yeah?”
kei uzuki
uzuki almost spits out the coffee he had been drinking when you bring up the topic of children. the man clears his throat, and shifts his gaze to meet with yours.
“this is new.” he comments, setting his cup down and clasping his hands together on his lap. he’s definitely not trying to hide the way his fingers tremble slightly. “is that what you want? to have children?” uzuki adds, and something in his eyes tells you that he already knows the answer to that.
“i guess so.” you trail off, hands moving to fidget with the edges of your sleeves. having children is definitely something you want— but you’re not sure if kei feels the same.
“come here.” uzuki hums, waving you over with one pretty hand. once you finally reach his side, he slips an arm around your waist and pulls you closer.
“well, if it makes you happy..” he muses, lips lightly brushing against the shell of your ear. “children don’t sound too bad.”
nagumo yoichi
“ooh?” nagumo hums, glancing over to you from the side. he’s sat beside you on the couch, head leaning against the back. previously, the two of you had just been lounging together and talking idly.
“children, you say?” he drawls, lips curving up into a smile. he sits back up, leaning slightly closer to you. his gaze locks with yours, dark irises highlighted by the room’s dim lighting. “i dunno.. i’m not sure if i wanna end up like sakamoto.” nagumo adds, a small giggle escaping his lips at the thought.
“oh,” you chuckle softly along with him, feeling just a litttlleee disappointed. “yeah, i—“
“i’d love to be the father of your children.” he states, smile widening. he moves his hand, grabbing your shoulder and squishing you to his side gently. “come oon, baby. did you really believe what i said?” nagumo draws out, leaning closer to you.
“i’d give you anything if it made you smile. even if that means i gotta make lil’ old you a mom,” he adds, his hand moving to pinch at your cheek as he gives you a gleeful smile.
heisuke mashimo
heisuke actually trips and falls flat on his face as soon as the words leave your lips. he’s quick to scramble back up, his large hands reaching out to clutch at your shoulders.
“are you kidding?! i’d love that!” he announces, lips curving up into a wide, yet slightly nervous smile. his eyes meet with yours, sparkling and hopeful.
“really?” you ask, and heisuke nods eagerly in response. “really.” he beams, smiling at the expression on your face. his hand slips down to hold yours. he swiftly leads you to your shared bedroom, where heisuke wastes absolutely no time in placing you on the bed. his shaky fingers lift to brush against your cheek lightly.
natsuki seba
CLANK, CLANK!
natsuki blinks, the metal tool he was once holding in his hand sent crashing against the floor of the workshop. he turns to you, eyes slightly widened.
“children?” he questions, tone slightly unsure. he turns straight again, bending over to pick his tool back up. “the topic is.. unexpected.” natsuki adds, placing the metal object on his workbench. he knows he’ll probably drop it again.
“uh.. yeah,” you trail off, taking a small step closer to the man. he glanced back at you, gaze meeting with yours. “is unexpected a bad thing?” you ask quietly, a question which natsuki shakes his head at.
“not at all. i’m just worried about our future kid turning out like mafuyu.” he jokes lightly, a hand lifting to ruffle your hair. he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before adding; “even so, i wouldn’t mind. even if our kid has the same attitude.”
gaku
“yeah, no fuckin’ way. i don’t want any little brats running around here like a pack of monkeys.” gaku deadpans, stretching out his arms and yawning softly to himself. with that, the conversation ends. pushing things never ever ends well.
however, over the next few days, gaku finds himself thinking over the idea of children. how can he not? he saw the way you were staring all sparkly-eyed at your screen as you watch some video about a woman and her newborn baby.
in all honesty, gaku doesn’t give a fuck about the baby. but the way your eyes glisten and sparkle like pretty jewels really get him. so, he puts in a little more thought.
children. little creatures that are a mix of the two of you, running around. maybe a little girl with your smile? a son with your eyes would surely warm his heart, though.
and that’s how gaku finds himself leaning over your shoulder, watching tiktoks with you and humming at the smile that forms on your lips at the sight of a particularly cute baby. your whole for you page is just babies at this point— but gaku thinks he doesn’t mind.
his hands side down yours sides, and he presses himself closer to you. his lips find your neck, gently kissing up the skin until he reaches a little higher.
“that kid is.. cute.” he mumbles, warm breath lightly fanning over the shell of your ear. honestly, that baby is as ugly as a frog in his opinion— gaku is sure that your child would look so much cuter.
his calloused hands roam down to your hips, his lips curving up into a slight smile. “you’d be a good mom.” he adds, kissing the back of your neck once again.
shishiba
the man hums quietly in response to your words, his slim hand moving to set down his fork. it’s not uncommon for the two of you to chat over dinner, but shishiba wasn’t quite expecting tonight’s conversation to go down this route. not that’s he’s complaining, of course.
“children? that’s quite a commitment.” he comments, resting an elbow on the table. his chin moves to lay on his palm, his gaze meeting with yours. “is that something you’d want? to have children with me?” he adds, blinking slowly.
“mhm.” you nod, placing your fork down too. your gaze stays locked with shishiba, something that he nearly smiles at. “i would like that.”
“kids, hm?” he trails off, straightening back up and sitting straight. his hand moves to gently tap one slender finger against the wooden surface of your dining table. the thought of a mini version of you is quite heart-warming, shishiba thinks.
“we’ll discuss more after dinner.” he states, reaching out to pick up his fork again. he wouldn’t want the meal you kindly made for him to cool down and go to waste just because of the slight tightness in his pants and flush on his cheeks. tonight will definitely be a long night.
thinking about how shin is a hormonal guy with lots and lots of urges but can't express it because of how shy he is to even admit it.
he kisses you a few times, on your neck, cheeks, forehead to really grab your attention, but other than that, he doesn't force you into any more physical activities you'd be uncomfortable with.
while he makes out with you, he gets incredibly hard from just kissing, hands all over your body to feel your curves until they finally rest under the plump of your ass.
groans and whines leave his lips when you take it up a notch, roaming your own hands under this shirt just to feel his hard body above yours, fingers feeling his hardened abs and cock.
shin jolts in sensitivity when you touch him there, hips rolling forward to feel some kind of friction. his cock painfully stiff in his boxer shorts when you pull the hem of his pants down.
he's rock hard, boner jutting out as it shapes the fabric of his length and- "shin.. fuck, you've been hiding this from me?" you chuckle in bewilderment, curious fingers grab his shaft and he winced.
"h-hurts.." shin breathes unevenly, his chest heaving while he sucks in air unable to stop the pulsing in his throat. you watch when his abs flex as he tries to breathe properly, his body red and flushed all over.
"poor baby," you grab his shoulders and kiss his mouth gently, he opens up so you could stick your tongue down his throat, swallowing his whines.
after the kiss, you make a move to pull his boxers down, not until shin stops your hand with a hold of your wrist.
"you.. are y-you sure?" he asks, sky-lit orbs shine up at you, his lips—slick with saliva and swollen from earlier's kiss.
"one hundred percent shin.. trust me?" you kiss the corner of his mouth, his hand slowly loosens its grip as he succumbs to your wishes.
he nods timidly, not really sure where to put his hands so he just grabs at the sheets in anticipation.
he's so painfully hard though, his cock head red and ready to be touched, but shin is patient.
you push his chest down onto the mattress and he lays there waiting — your hands pull his underwear down and finally his dick bounces free.
he's thick and big, angled just right with a heavy red tip- it stood up right and slaps his pelvic bone, a noise of frustration leaves his lips but says nothing more.
"shin, you are so pretty baby." his thighs quiver when you compliment him, beads of precum already flowing at the tip.
you spread his legs further and dip down to lick a fat stripe up his length, reaching the pulsing head and suckled on it like a lollipop.
with deft hands, you begin to stroke him until he eventually oozes down your fingers. strangled moans broke through the silent room and he chokes out a sob.
"a-ah..mhh...fuck me already..!" shin whines as he bucks his hips into your slick palms, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin.
with a final pop of your lips, you glossed his dick with saliva until he shakes and squirts ropes of gooey cum all over your face.
"you came a lot," your tongue continued to softly lap at the cum that spills from his tiny slit, his eyes searching yours with barely contained lust.
his hand reaches down to where your head is and he presses his fingers against your face, "please.. j-just fuck me, use me... do anything.. i need you." he lifts his hips slightly, cock bobbing in the air in front of your face.
with your mouth literally salivating from the sheer length of his dick in your face, you kiss his tip and you feel him shudder, a long whine leaving his mouth.
"ha- ah...ung.." shin scrunches his brows together, hips stuttering in the air.
you move to straddle him and shin squeaks when you rub your ass hole over his drooling cock.
"i wanna make you feel so good." you whisper into his neck and pressed a kiss there.
shin gulps and nods, "yes , yes please.." his hands are on your hips and he slowly guides you over his straight dick, and you sit perched over his strong thighs, before he licks his tongue over your lips and shoved his length into you.
you let out the sluttiest moan ever into his mouth and he swallowed it, large palms slapped the skin of your ass and felt the flesh jiggle just the way he liked.
"shin..shin.. sh..mng-" his hands are real steady on your hips, helping you ride his dick for him. your fingers find his chest, squeezing the sensitive buds of his nipples eliciting a high pitched whine from his throat, you almost came then and there.
fuck he's beautiful. you release his mouth to look at your gorgeous boyfriend, all mussed and flushed, eyes hazy and lips red.
"a-hh...hnngg.." shin squeezed your hips fully, bouncing you on his needy cock as you squeezed him tighter with each thrust he provided.
you felt his hips stutter involuntary, his breathing picking up. you rode him out until he cums into you, his writhing body and cries echo through the room.
he continues to fill you with his load. clear sticky cum seeping out your used hole, but he kept thrusting, hitting that spot over and over you rip the skin of your lip.
"shit- shit! shin! " you were nothing but a ragdoll to him, your body moving on its own completely at his mercy.
he lets out a soft pitched whimper, his hands reaching out for you to hold you close to his chest.
"sorry... i came so damn much." he whispers guilty, his eyes are slightly tearful as he searches yours for reassurance.
you press your mouth to his softly and moved his bangs off his sweaty forehead. "felt so good. like i was on cloud nine."
shin smiles bashfully- he's so handsome.. "you're gonna get me hard again." he warns, licking the bottom of your lip where it split and you clamp down on his semi deflated dick which ripped a soft whine from him.
"can't get enough of my baby, gimme another one." you coo gently, kissing the base of his throat, a small "okay." leaving his lips. he was all you needed.
